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                                        Chapter 11: South’s Finest Assassin
                                
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... cise. A murmur escaped its lips, "Storm Swordsmanship Style: Line Drive."
A silent, deadly blue line crept behind the aging Ren Restes like a phantom, followed by a cold, sharp whisper, "Checkmate."
The assassin aimed a dagger at Ren’s vital spots on his back. Noticing the incoming strike, Ren merely smirked and quipped, "Nice try, Sweety." Yet, beneath the surface, the assassin sensed that something was amiss.
Clang...
Just as the assassin’s dagg ...
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